My coworker who lives in the cubicle next to me is an avid college basketball fan. I downloaded an edition of his school student newspaper and rewrote the front page to say that the coach, who is a God to my friend, had not only left the school but signed up with their chief rival, and blamed it all on the players and fans and badmouthed the city.

By the time he got to the last paragraph he was visibly shaking and red-faced, only when the article I had written got so completely out of bounds did he stop and say 'this has to be a joke, right?'

I have several bruises on my arm and side from the brief but intense pummeling. I have been called a bastard over one hundred times since.

:)))

ichi